She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 133

Melanie was frantic.

It wasn't like she had a broken bone or was passed-out drunk. She certainly didn't need Preston to carry her.

However, Preston paid her no mind.

Melanie protested the entire way, trying both gentle persuasion and firm demands, but he was completely unresponsive. From the hospital entrance to the elevator, she was the subject of envious stares.

Realizing that Preston had no intention of putting her down, Melanie finally gave up. She closed her eyes, tilted her head, and rested it against his chest.

If she couldn't fight it, she might as well enjoy it.

Preston’s chest wasn't soft, but it wasn't uncomfortable either. In fact, being enveloped in his body heat made Melanie feel safe and warm.

Seeing the person in his arms finally settle down, Preston breathed a silent sigh of relief.

He glanced down, his dark eyes reflecting Melanie’s face. Her expression was calm, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath them, like tiny brushes tickling his heart.

It was an odd sensation.

Her fair skin was flushed an alluring red, whether from the alcohol or something else, he wasn't sure. Preston swallowed hard, a sudden, sharp tension tightening his throat as his gaze lingered on her.

Just then, they arrived at the clinic. Preston carried Melanie inside. She opened her eyes, surprised to see a doctor already there.

At this hour… the clinic doctors should have been off duty long ago, with only the emergency room and on-call staff remaining. Yet, not only was there a doctor here, but he didn't seem the least bit surprised to see them.

Though Melanie was full of questions, at this point, asking them felt pointless. So, she sat down obediently and cooperated with the doctor’s examination.

In the end, the doctor recommended she stay overnight for observation, pending the results of her tests in the morning.

And just like that, Melanie found herself admitted to the hospital.

She was the sole occupant of a VIP room, which was beautifully decorated, spacious, clean, and equipped with state-of-the-art facilities. It felt more like a hotel suite than a hospital room.

Melanie lay on the hospital bed while Preston sat in a chair beside her.

“Honestly… I just had a bit too much strong liquor, but I’m not drunk. I really don’t need to be hospitalized…” Melanie said awkwardly.

“But your stomach was hurting.”

Melanie was surprised to hear Preston say that.

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